Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guatemala and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roy Ayers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.